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The day might disturb your sleep as you

Carry on into the low, low mist.  Past

whatever was burned away.

Pass entire groups of words while at

it.  Bring her back and close your eyes a

bit tighter.  You don't want to see the

wrecks of men while there, although

they still frequent your sleep like

whatever rebellious little trespassers.

Visit your dreams for what?  To be

swallowed by the same surrounding walls

as you are - silly.

But it's their eyes, the ones that flee

every straight question.  The ones that draw

worry in small circles around you.